Finn was soon caught staring at Raihn, and it startled him a bit, just not enough to make him look away. It made his heart beat faster, and he almost didn't want to look away. They locked eyes, and it made his heart flutter and emotions rise in him. "Yeah." Finn simply answered, his voice soft and quiet. He spoke just loud enough for Raihn to hear him, but nobody else, not like Aleria and Jinx would be able to anyway. He continued to stare at the male, looking at his lips, then back to his eyes. He made no attempt to subtly flirt, instead, he was all in. What was Raihn going to say now? Finn wondered, but didn't care. They were both drunk, and he hoped he wouldn't remember anything in the morning if something were to happen. After a moment, Finn only looked away slightly before his eyes returned to Raihn's.

Raihn's eyes were fixed on Finn and he found himself captivated, unable to look away. When he spoke, answering him with that one single word and in a voice as soft and quiet as the one he spoke with. He'd be lying if he said his heart didn't jump into a hurried rhythm upon hearing it. "Really? Because I was so certain you couldn't stand me." He said, his tone holding that same amusement as it had only moments ago. There was a small smile, borderline smirk, playing across his lips as he looked at Finn. Watching him as he did he didn't fail to notice how he was staring, glancing down at his lips, and then looking up into his eyes once more. Without his permission, Raihn found his own gaze dropping to Finn's lips, and there they lingered for a long moment before he forced them up and to Finn's gaze once again.

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When Raihn spoke again, with the same amused tone, Finn sound himself smiling and shaking his head a bit. "That's cuz I can't stand you." Finn replied, his voice once again soft and quiet. It was then, after he spoke, that he finally looked away for a bit. He noticed the way Raihn stared at his lips, and it made him nervous. Why was he staring at his lips? Finn was almost certain the guy hated his guts, so why? Finn shifted a bit, sitting up off of his hands. He then threw another glance at the male beside him, and to his surprise, he was still staring. Finn's gaze turned into an almost flirty one, giving him that look in his eyes. So we're doing this, Finn said to himself. Finn was almost certain he could out-flirt this guy. Was he being serious? Finn truly couldn't tell if Raihn was being serious or just fucking with him, but he kept his composure.

Raihn was surprised with himself, or rather more accurately he would be surprised and mortified with the fact that he not only was accepting the way Finn was speaking and looking at him, but returning it. His thoughts of reason and logic had long since abandoned him, leaving behind his wants and desires with little to no self-restraint available to him. When he heard Finn's answer, Raihn arched a brow before scoffing and shaking his head. "You can't stand me and yet you can't seem to keep your eyes off of me either." He said, his smile morphing into a more noticeable smirk. He didn't take his eyes off Finn when he looked at the fire, and when Finn looked back at him Raihn tilted his head. Saying nothing more, he moved to grab his drink and take another long swig of it, finishing it off as he did so. Keeping his eyes fixed on Finn he crushed the can and tossed it. "Mind giving me another?" He questioned after a moment.

Finn couldn't believe what was going on, but he liked it a lot. Finn wanted to be like this always with Raihn, but they always act so hostile towards each other. Were one of them afraid, and if so, what were they afraid of? Finn's mouth opened a bit as he was about to answer, but then he decided not to. Instead, Finn did as he asked, grabbing another beer and handing it to him. This time, he kept his hand held out instead of setting the can on the ground for Raihn. He wanted to feel Raihns's warm touch again, and he hoped Raihn would purposely brush his fingers against his. His gaze kept falling to the male's lips, before falling to his hands, eager to feel them against his skin. Finn didn't care at that moment that he couldn't stand him, this Raihn he could stand. Drunk Raihn was different, and he liked it. Finn knew that Raihn probably wouldn't ever do any of this if he wasn't drunk or high. It was kind of upsetting to Finn, but he brushed it off, he didnt want to spoil the moment.

This seemingly carefree side of Raihn was the person he had been before his entire life had changed and his future had been stolen from him. He could recall being more quick to smile, more softly spoken, and charismatic. After that night when he'd been an unwitting witness to a murder, that Raihn had died, and disappeared beyond any and all reach. When Finn listened to his request and grabbed him another can of beer, he smiled at him and gave a nod. "Thanks." He responded and then moved to take the can from him. Instead of making this act quick and simple, Raihn let his fingers brush against Finn's own and lingered there a long moment before he finally pulled away. He let his gaze continue to rest on Finn, a smile upon his lips before he looked towards the fire and let out a soft sigh. "God, I missed being able to relax." He said with a soft laugh before he moved to open his can of beer and take another sip of the disgustingly amazing drink.

Finn watched the male intently, and once he felt the warmth of his fingertips brush against him, his heart sped up again. His breathing hitched a bit, and he found himself wanting more. "Yeah, you need to relax more." Finn joked, chuckling a bit. There was one beer left, and Finn thought he might as well. It was probably better that he drank it anyway because Raihn has had a lot already. Finn grabbed the beer, opened it and took a sip. This time, he grimaced at the taste a bit. Finn preferred more fruity drinks, believe it or not. He was into cocktails, and fruity margaritas, of course, beer will do, though. They could have snagged something else, but this is what they ended up with. Finn didn't mind, it was just something he wouldn't prefer. His gaze returned to Raihn, and he looked at him with the same flirty look from before.

Despite the fact that he was drunk enough not to care about the fact that he was doing things he'd most certainly regret the following morning, Raihn hadn't failed to notice the way that Finn reacted to his touch. He found his lips curling a small smirk at the thought that that simple touch had been as wanted and enjoyable for Finn as it had been for him. Hearing Finn's response to his earlier statement, he raised a brow before shaking his head. "Easier said than done." He said. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was cursing and condemning himself for saying even that. Don't get too close, it was something that he had had to tell himself far too many times over the course of the last several months. There were a multitude of reasons that it was safest for him to be on his own. One, he didn't know who all was after him, didn't have distinct faces and people to avoid, and two, anyone he had allowed himself to trust or rely on had either betrayed him, ended up in the hospital, or worse, ended up dead. Raihn might not like Finn but that didn't mean he wished harm on him. The drinks and the joint he'd had did him a favor in muddling such thoughts enough so that he didn't have to pay too much attention to them. He didn't have to worry or be in a constant state of unease and fear, waiting for what seemed like an inevitable death to find him. Hearing the sound of the last can of beer opening, Raihn turned his gaze from the fire and looked over at Finn. He watched him take a sip and saw the way he grimaced at the taste before laughing and shaking his head. "I agree, it tastes fucking disgusting." He said before bringing his own can to his lips to take another sip.

Finn chuckled at bit at Raihn's response. "Yeah, its fucking nasty but I mean we're choosing to drink it so." Finn replied, shrugging his shoulders before taking another sip. "I would have preferred something else, but this is what he snagged, unfortunately. I mean, vodka wouldn't of been any better but we'd get more fucked up with less." Finn said after swallowing the sip of beer. The first time Finn tried beer, he almost threw up before swallowing, but he could tolerate it a bit more. "Next time we'll hopefully get something better." Finn said quietly while looking down at his can of beer. "You wanna share the last joint?" Finn asked, glancing up at Raihn, hoping he'd say yes. Finn would totally green out if he tried to smoke the last joint by himself. Finn didn't exactly have a low tolerance, but he had already smoked so much weed that a full joint would be entirely too much for him to handle. Finn inhaled deeply, waiting for Raihn's answer. He told himself he wasn't going to do a lot, but the girls were asleep, he didnt need to watch them as carefully. Finn looked at his and Jinx's tent, it was empty since Jinx was sleeping with Aleria in hers. Maybe, just maybe, Raihn would end up in Finn's tent tonight. There was a possibility, and Finn kind of wanted it to happen. He smirked to himself at the thought before returning his gaze to Raihn.

Raihn started himself by laughing, actually genuinely laughing when he heard Finn's agreement. This stuff was damn nasty and yet perhaps it was something that Raihn had needed. A gross drink to ease the stress and tension he'd been carrying with him daily for the past four months. God, had it been four months already? It was funny how time, when it came to life or death situations seemed to pass so quickly and yet slow down all at once. That's how these last four months had felt, they flew by in the blink of an eye and yet simultaneously had felt as though they were dragging on. It felt like days and years had passed since he had had to start running for his life. Listening to Finn he gave a slight nod. Next time, huh? Did that mean he assumed there would be another time like this? The thought was almost comforting when it should have had him feeling more on edge and prompting him to pull away and distance himself. Instead, Raihn smiled and at the question gave a nod. "Sure." He said, again not giving a damn about the consequences of both drinking and smoking as much as he had. He was aware that tomorrow he was likely going to have one hell of a hangover, but that was future Raihn's problem. Tonight, he just wanted to relax and enjoy himself, god only knows when he'd be able to do so again.